Dry heat looms over the vast gully as you trudge through it, fighting a winning battle with the cool winds that occasionally drift over the gully's crags and the surrounding mountainous walls that surround it. It is not a stiffling or choking warmth, but the kind that gets under your skin and turn even the slightest cool breeze into a moment of pure bliss and comfort. Likewise, it seems to do everything it can to stir up a thick scent of fleshly tilled soil and cut grass in the air that flavors each breath you take with debatably pleasant results. As you continue your trek, your feet press deep across the leathery and rugged ground that cracked into deep zigzagged ravines that often blocked your path, forcing to you make running leaps and hope the ground's roughness allowed you to gain a handhold on the ravine's edge before the softness sagged you into the abyss below. Red puffy mountains that surrounded the gully, thrusting themselves what seems like miles into the white heavens but providing no shelter from the bright light above. From far in the distance, sound echoed to remind you where you stood and the seriousness of your situation. Powerful gunfire and explosions, indistinct canned chatter from radios, and the laughter and occasional cursing of a teenage boy all bounced off the surrounding red walls, bringing a greater quickness to your pace.

You had to get out of this gully before - the ground suddenly shifted beneath you, bringing you topping down onto the rough yet somehow soft ground that forms a small crater around you. You dig your fingers into the oily leather ground, finding its sleek football-like texture a reminder of memories soon to be lost if what you think is about to happen occurs. Your eyes snap shut tightly and with your ear to the ground, you can hear distant powerful thumping beneath it. The gully continues to move under you, and you expect this is the end...but just as soon as the fluctuation of the terrain begins it swiftly comes to an end. You are left with nothing more than the distant echoing sounds, the endless heat pressing upon you, and the now even more powerful earth and grass scent due to your nose practically pressing into the floor. Even if it is a little eye watering, you still take in a few grateful deep breaths in and out of it, glad to be alive. A few minutes pass as you build up the courage to stand again, worried that the moment you do that ground will shift and you will drop tens of thousands of feet to your death. You take one last odorous breath in and out before you push yourself to your feet and stare up into the distance, towards your goal. Somewhere far past were you stand, where the red mountains sloped down and met with the gully floor to form a cliff, was a massive blue beast of a mountain that far dwarfed the great red ones. The blue mountains led upwards, and joined with an even larger and more dominating fixture of the landscape: the body of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The boy could be no older than nineteen, a wide and sharp toothed grin on his face as his hands as his fingers dances across the buttons and triggers of a video game controller. His eyes stared towards you, but far past you to a television that his game was playing out on. To him, he was enjoying a nice and typical Styracoday afternoon alone playing games on his Nemegdo PlayShere...to you, you were fighting to stay alive between the toes of an oblivious dinosaur whose every movement could mean instant death for you. How you got here was a little fuzzy, you remember running and trying to escape something, then flying through the air and slamming into something...when you awoke, you were in one of the ravine-like cracks in the boy's skin between his toes. It was a long climb out, but you had made it and now your plan was simple, in theory. You needed to cross the intertarsal you were in and get to the top of his foot before he stood up and sent you plummeting to your doom. Once there, you would continue your trek as far as you could up his body and try to either find a way to attract his attention to you, or at least find a crevice somewhere on him that you could hide in without the threat of death until he was in a suitably unmoving position that could climb off of him and flee to safety. Another laugh from the boy booms in the air and derails your train of thought with a reminder of reality and the danger of the place you stood. You once more began walking across the leathery flesh, taking it one firm yet quick step at a time.

A long and arduous journey stood before you...the question was, would you survive?

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Took me a bit with classes, but finally I'm going to start posting stuff with story descriptions! This fantastic sketch was created by the ever talented POV master  enormouse during her first sketch stream. I wrote the little story, but I feel it's...missing something. Not as detailed or immersive as I was hoping. But, maybe that is me. I hope you all enjoy it! I am going to be be first posting all the Slyster pictures I've got before putting up the Nightfrost ones, unless people prefer me to start with her and then move onto Sly. Likewise, I am going to try to write a story description and post a picture a day now, for the next week. The semester is winding down, so I finally have the time. Anyway, hope you enjoy Enormouse's wonderful work!